“What is love, really,” he asked, placing his glass in the table and looking pitifully across the table at her, “is it really just a serial heartbreak… A death by a thousand cuts? Am I to wait hopelessly for it to devour me?”
“Yes.” She took his hand and met his sadness with compassion, “You let it devour you. You let it burn your very soul because the fire burns away your longing and fear and when it’s gone, you can see yourself clearly for the first time. Sit with your pain. Let go of your expectations. I know it’s a lot to ask but I promise it’s worth it.”
Natolie Webb 